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Irene's story - Chapter 10 - Lunch with Alfredo

Date: 9/26/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

nails," I said as I held up my foot to allow Alfredo to admire m husband's handiwork. I continued, "I had a very luxurious morning being pampered by this man. I felt like a spoiled child." "Sounds wonderfully decadent," Alfredo responded. Then looking at Oscar, he added, "You are a good husband. I need to keep you away from my wife. She does not need to know how you spoil this lady. She'd be jealous." I interrupted, "Oh you have no idea how he spoils me. Few women have a husband as understanding as mine." Oscar's only response was, "I do love her, and want her to be happy." I placed my hand on his thigh and squeezed, "I know you do baby. And I love you too. You should get home with the girls now. Finish your drink. I will be home before it is too late. Thank you for the ride. I am in good hands now," I said as I dismissed my adorable cuckold husband. Alfredo stood and shook Oscar's hand once again before Oscar departed. I was not sure exactly what Oscar was feeling as he left. The bulge in his pants left no doubt that he was aroused by the thought of leaving me with my very attractive suitor. But how did he feel on a deep emotional level? It was obvious to anyone that Alfredo was younger, far more attractive, more powerful and confident than my husband. Alfredo towered several inches over Oscar as they stood together. His clothing did nothing to hide his muscular and powerful build. Oscar was not fat, but he did carry a middle aged paunch around his middle that was not ... terribly appealing. Alfredo could pass as a male model. How did Oscar feel knowing that quite possibly this very attractive youth would have Oscar's wife moaning as he pummeled her tight pussy with his large rigid erection before the afternoon was over? As Oscar exited the terrace bar, Alfredo turned to me and said, "He is a nice guy. I like him." I replied, "He is a good man. He wants to see me happy." I wondered if Alfredo noticed the bulge in my husband's pants as he left? Did Alfredo suspect that Oscar wanted me to return home with my pussy brimming with his semen seeping from it? The waiter returned to our table as Oscar left. I ordered the ahi tuna and another cocktail. Alfredo ordered the grilled shark and another drink for himself. "The weather is gorgeous. I love being here on the rooftop like this with you," I placed my hand on his thigh and gave him an affectionate squeeze, "Thank you for inviting me." Alfredo placed his hand on top of mine, accepting this seemingly innocent physical contact and replied, "Oh the pleasure is all mine. I'd be sitting at home bored. I would much rather be here with a beautiful lady on this beautiful day." "So what does your wife think about our little lunch? You did tell her we were having lunch together, didn't you?" My question caught Alfredo off guard. He obviously was not prepared with an answer. The waiter interrupted our conversation to bring our drinks and food. Once the waiter left, I asked the question again. "So what does Sonya ...